Fallen General's Omega (BL)-Chapter 240: Ours

Building a Dream

I stand at a safe distance, watching as Raul digs and digs and digs—relentless, efficient, and completely pissed off at my existence.

But I don’t take it personally.

He’s always like this.

Even so, I can’t deny that he’s the most efficient worker we have. In just a week, he’s already carved out the foundation, shaping the land into something recognizable, something real.

It’s strange—watching an abstract dream turn into something tangible.

And then there’s Noelle.

Noelle has gone completely wild, running through the land, his abilities slipping out naturally in his excitement. I catch glimpses of vines twisting unnaturally, flowers blooming in his wake, roots shifting the earth to his command.

He’s powerful. Really, really powerful.

I’ve always known, but I’ve never seen him in his full element like this. It’s mesmerizing—and a little terrifying.

I think about yesterday, when a vine had suddenly wrapped around my ankle, yanking me off my feet, dragging me into the forest before I could even react.

For a solid ten seconds, I genuinely thought I was going to die.

And then—

Noelle jumped me.

And Elaris’ help me, it was one of the hottest things that has ever happened to me.

I shake my head, pushing the thought away. I don’t have time for this.

Just then, I hear hoofbeats approaching from the distance.

Dropping off a horse nearby is Raul, his expression sour as always, and beside him is a young man I’ve never seen before.

I raise an eyebrow.

This is the architect?

He looks too young, almost too fragile, like a city boy who has never done hard labor in his life.

"This is him," Roman confirms once they’re close enough.

I nod.

We had spent weeks searching for the right architect, reviewing countless plans and designs, but none of them felt right.

Then we discovered that the man we originally met—the so-called ’architect of the century’—was a fraud. He had been taking credit for someone else’s work.

Naturally, Leona tracked down the real creator.

And now, here he is.

The young man swallows nervously.

"Hello," he greets, clearing his throat before continuing, "Mel. Brian Mel."

He has freckles, curly brown hair, and a slender build—not exactly the image of a rugged architect, but I’ve learned not to judge on appearances alone.

I give a short nod. "Hello."

He immediately grabs my hand and starts shaking it furiously, his words tumbling out in a rush.

"Thank you so much for the opportunity! That bastard has been taking credit for my work for years, and I have a pregnant wife and three kids, I—"

"Please stop," I cut him off, already feeling a headache forming.

He snaps his mouth shut, looking sheepish.

I sigh, motioning toward the land. "Let’s see if you can do it."

Brian nods quickly, his excitement barely contained, and follows as I lead him toward Noelle’s future sanctuary.

—

The area is a massive clearing, spanning hundreds of feet.

Young nursery plants are carefully placed in designated spots, waiting to grow into something more.

I spot Noelle immediately—moving plants around, adjusting their positions like he’s painting on a massive canvas.

He’s completely lost in his work, his focus unwavering.

I don’t think I’ve ever seen him this absorbed in something before.

Then—he sees me.

And he comes running.

Noelle, don’t run, you’re pregnant, you’ll—

Trip.

Of course, he trips.

I catch him mid-air with telekinesis, stopping him from face-planting into the ground.

He chuckles sheepishly as I glare at him, floating him toward me until he’s in my arms within seconds.

"How many times do I have to tell you to be careful?" I mutter, setting him gently on his feet.

I swear, it’s like I’m back on the battlefield with the number of times I’ve had to use my abilities this week.

Noelle giggles, and just like that, all my frustration melts away.

I sigh. I can’t stay mad at him.

"This is the guy," I say, motioning to Brian.

Before I can continue, Brian gapes at Noelle, his eyes widening in awe.

"Oh my goodness," he breathes, clearly mesmerized. "I heard on the ship that you’re beautiful, but that’s an understatement—you’re stunning—"

I clear my throat loudly, already regretting this.

Noelle smiles, amused. "Thank you."

I don’t even feel jealous. I just feel tired.

"Where are your drafts?" I ask, changing the subject before I have to deal with more poetic flattery.

Roman unrolls the large sheets of paper, only to pause in confusion.

"It’s empty?" He scowls, already looking irritated.

"Uhm, yeah," Brian says, scratching the back of his head. "That’s because I need to hear your vision first before I can draw anything. Most of my previous designs are based on what my clients want. So... yeah."

Interesting. Is that how it works?

I wouldn’t know—this is my first time building something from scratch.

I glance at Roman, who merely shrugs.

"Okayyyy..." I draw out, before turning to Noelle.

Noelle fidgets for a moment. "Uhm... so..."

Brian pulls out a notebook and pencil.

"Wait," he says. "We need to move around for this. Just say anything you want—every detail you can picture."

His goofy demeanor from earlier is gone. Now, he’s completely focused, his entire energy shifting.

Noelle hesitates at first, but then—he starts talking.

We walk across the land, stopping in different areas, and Noelle’s confidence grows with each step.

"The entrance will have massive doors. In front, I want a garden, and a fountain—"

I raise an eyebrow. A fountain?

I say nothing, letting him continue.

I watch as Noelle’s imagination takes flight, his words painting the picture of a home only he can see.

Occasionally, he uses words like "a shiny thing", or "the thing over the thing"—and somehow, Brian understands.

For three hours, we walk, Noelle talks, and Brian scribbles furiously, his mind piecing together the blueprint in real-time.

By the end of it—

Brian runs off to draw, spreading massive sheets of paper across the ground, fully immersed in his work.

Noelle and I step back, watching from a distance.

He leans into me.

"I want to sleep here tonight," he murmurs. "Not on the ship."

I nod without hesitation.

"Okay."

Because when have I ever denied my husband anything?

—

That night, we set up camp under the stars.

The cool breeze wraps around us, the scent of salt and fresh earth mixing in the air.

In the privacy of our tent, Noelle’s hands slide over my chest, his lips brushing against my neck, and I know—

This is home.

This land, his dreams, our future together.

And tonight, underneath the stars, we make love slowly, savoring every moment—

Because soon, this place will no longer just be an empty stretch of land.

It will be ours.